Diana let out a long, exaggerated sigh, still slumped against the wall like her bones had given up on life.“I swear…” she muttered, staring at the ceiling, “if I survive this place, I deserve a medal. Or a vacation. Or therapy. All three.”Alessia gave her a soft look, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised.“You’re dramatic,” she said calmly.Diana turned her head slowly. “And you’re enabling me.”Alessia snorted. “Get up, drama queen. You still have work to do.”Diana groaned loudly but pushed herself up anyway, brushing off her clothes.“Ugh. I hate this job already,” she muttered. “I mean, who made cleaning floors my personality?”Alessia chuckled lightly, then gently patted her shoulder.“Come on,” she said. “Let’s get you back to work before that boss of yours comes back and decides you need another ‘lesson.’”Diana froze mid-step.“…Another what?”Alessia gave her a knowing look. “Exactly.”Diana pointed at the door dramatically. “I’m filing a complaint with God. This is unacceptabl
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